Ara’s POV
The moment Amara spoke, something stirred deep in my stomach—an electric pull that made every hair on my body rise.
And then Selune's voice screamed in my mind, sharp and urgent:
‘He’s close! He’s coming for us!’
Damon.
The name echoed in my head like a sacred prayer.
The bond crackled along my skin, alive and demanding. A smile tugged at my lips instinctively—but then, a sharp pain stabbed through my lungs, stealing the air from me.
It felt like breathing in wolfsbane mixed with silver.
I clutched my chest, gasping.
‘What’s happening, Selune?!’ I cried out in my mind.
Before she could answer, I felt Amara’s arms wrap around me in panic.
“Ara! Are you okay?” she asked, her voice laced with fear.
And just as suddenly as the pain came, it faded—replaced by a hollow ach
